v8 Chapter 22： The finals of the bob contest (middle)

"Wait... That guy, the main weapon turned out to be a pistol!" Finally, the first player in the Hussein room noticed something wrong and screamed at the weapon in Zifeng's hand.

When they heard the scream of the player, everyone Lingyan looked at it, and sure enough, through the yellow sand in the sky, they could see the weapon in Zifeng's hand clearly, and an unnatural look appeared on their faces.

Regarding what happened off the court, Zifeng, who was in the competition, had no idea. He just looked at a red skull emerging from the front, blew the muzzle, showed a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "Also ...30!"

With that, Zifeng held his head again and continued to walk in the desert. The yellow sand in the sky hindered Zifeng's ability to observe, but for this, Zifeng was completely helpless, and just walked all the way to the north.

The desert occupies about a quarter of the entire map, so the probability of the player being assigned to this area is very high, so before the purple wind has moved forward for a long time, there are three more red dots on his body again.

"Da da da……"

"Huh? Encountered another one? Good luck!"

The mind was facing, but Zifeng's movements did not stop, but after a step back a little sideways, he perfectly avoided all three bullets.

"400 meters? Listen to the sound, it should be MP5!"

Through the sound of gunshots, Zifeng quickly confirmed the player's information thoroughly. When he was about to raise the gun to shoot, three red dots shone on Zifeng's body again.

"Alright? It's useless!"

Seeing the three bullets coming again, Zifeng couldn't help but curl his lips in disdain, and then not much, raising the desert eagle in his hand and firing three shots.

"Boom boom boom!"

The bullets flew out of Zifeng’s muzzle one after another and collided with the three flying bullets very accurately. They intercepted the three bullets in the air. At the same time, he thought to himself, "Although you are a sharpshooter, the accuracy of shooting Very high, but... this kind of technology is just an introduction to gun proficiency!"

That's right, 100% hit rate is just an introductory technology for firearms proficiency, followed by the use of firearms recoil and the ability to play various parts of firearms. Only after these are perfected can they be regarded as primary firearms proficiency.

In the GGO game, Zifeng has never shown the power of his true God-level firearms proficiency, and has always used some basic techniques that cannot be used in the basics.

"Cut... you really deserve it! Meeting you... should be considered my misfortune, but I can't just be solved by you like this!"

Hidden in the desert, a young man wearing a green military uniform showed a firm gaze, and then raised his gun again and started shooting. If Zifeng could see the young man’s face at this time, he would be able to Recognize him quickly, because... he was the last player Zifeng killed during his first solo competition.

"Da da da……"

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

Seven gunshots echoed in the air. Zifeng fired almost uninterruptedly, completely ignoring the recoil of the Desert Eagle. The bullets flew out of the muzzle of the two guns in his hand, first intercepting three bullets. The remaining four bullets completely hit the right eye of the young player, almost just a blink, and his HP slot was instantly emptied.

"Another player who is out of range... This girl, how good is the marksmanship!"

Although there was no head-on battle with Zifeng, everyone could not help feeling a suffocation just by looking at Zifeng's double guns through the screen.

"29!"

There was almost no confirmation. Zifeng continued to hold his head and started wandering in the desert. This kind of game was undoubtedly as simple as playing a house in Zifeng’s eyes. There was no danger at all, but he eliminated two in a row. Player, Zifeng received the message sent by the first spy satellite.

"Huh? Is it fifteen minutes? It's so fast..."

Without the slightest reason, regardless of whether there is lurking around, Zifeng stopped and opened the satellite map. Then on a huge map, 29 light dots with white flags were continuously flashing, and there was one at the same time. Red dot.

"In addition to me, there are 5 people in the desert, 8 people in the abandoned city, 2 people in the countryside, 4 people in the grassland, 6 people in the oasis, 4 people in the iron bridge..."

Almost in the blink of an eye, Zifeng remembered the information of the entire map in his head, and after putting away the satellite map, he turned and walked towards the player closest to him.

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"Da da da……"

"Boom!"

After the satellite map sent accurate map messages to each player for the first time, there were endless gunshots throughout the arena, and a new round of battles began between players.

"The fifth...If the rest of the players have not moved, then there should be 2 people in the desert!"

Zifeng almost didn't even turn his head. After avoiding an oncoming bullet, he said calmly. After that, he raised the desert eagle in his hand and fired out the only 5 bullets remaining inside without hesitation. .

"Boom boom boom..."

The fire flashed, and a blood-red skull appeared again in Zifeng's sight, and the attention of the players watching the game in the Hussein room was completely attracted by Zifeng.

"The glamorous queen! The supreme spear god!"

This is the honorary title given to him after watching Zifeng's full game, his superb marksmanship, and no matter when, there is ice cold on his face that people dare not look directly at. It is attracting the attention of players like them.

"Strong...too strong... there is no suspense at all, as long as she finds out, there will never be any chance of survival, unless... this time all the contestants unite, it is possible to kill her Bar."

Looking at the arrogant figure of Zi Feng, a young player with a blond pony hairstyle looked at the screen and said with a squinted look, but after his words were spoken, it miraculously did not attract any recognition of opposition, but all I lowered my head in thought... (to be continued, to be continued)

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